[male vocals] My
Papa
too
like
woman,
my
Papa
imitation
King
Solomon
in
the
holy
Bible. 22
wives
no
be
Ex,
The
Man
knows
how
to
shoot
and
score
I
sit
down
for
my
room,
I
dey
wonder
for
life.
My
papa
heavy,
e
get
twenty-two
wife.
My
mama
lucky,
she
be
number
twenty-one.
But
this
matter
wey
I
carry,
e
sweet
pass
all
one.
Sixty-six
children
inside
one
single
yard.
E
be
like
say
my
papa
dey
find
card.
Only
two
boys,
na
me
and
my
junior
bro.
Every
other
person,
na
girl,
no
be
so?
Omo!
My
papa
matter
e
pass
my
power.
Every
single
day,
the
man
dey
find
new
flower.
Twenty-two
wives,
he
still
dey
look
for
more.
Now
fifteen
more
women
carry
belle,
I
swear!
Chop
life!
My
papa
na
legend
for
this
zone!
Chop
life!
See
the
empire
wey
he
don
own!
Sixty-four
sisters,
the
house
dey
always
loud.
Every
time
we
gather,
we
dey
make
people
proud.
No
wahala
for
house,
we
dey
chop,
we
dey
play.
But
my
papa
energy,
e
dey
shock
me
every
day.
If
na
another
man,
e
for
don
retire
long
time.
But
my
papa
spirit,
e
still
dey
sharp
like
lime.
He
look
the
world,
he
say
e
no
dey
enough.
That
man
na
iron,
his
matter
dey
very
tough.
Omo!
My
papa
matter
e
pass
my
power.
Every
single
day,
the
man
dey
find
new
flower.
Twenty-two
wives,
he
still
dey
look
for
more.
Now
fifteen
more
women
carry
belle,
I
swear!
Chop
life!
My
papa
na
legend
for
this
zone!
Chop
life!
See
the
empire
wey
he
don
own!
Ah
ah!
The
street
dey
talk,
the
village
dey
stare.
People
dey
ask
me,
how
the
man
take
dey
dare?
I
tell
them
say
greatness
no
get
any
limit.
As
the
man
dey
plant,
he
dey
harvest
the
minute.
No
be
small
thing
to
be
king
of
the
clan.
Respect
to
the
ogbuefi,
the
real
highlife
man!
Omalicha!
See
the
blessing
wey
dey
flow.
Even
with
the
wahala,
we
dey
continue
to
grow.
No
matter
the
pressure,
we
keep
our
head
high.
My
papa
don
show
me,
man
must
surely
fly.
Fifteen
new
babies,
the
party
go
soon
start.
I
go
love
my
family
with
all
of
my
heart.
Because
for
this
life,
na
people
be
the
wealth.
I
go
celebrate
my
papa,
I
go
hail
him
self!
Omo!
My
papa
matter
e
pass
my
power.
Every
single
day,
the
man
dey
find
new
flower.
Twenty-two
wives,
he
still
dey
look
for
more.
Now
fifteen
more
women
carry
belle,
I
swear!
Chop
life!
My
papa
na
legend
for
this
zone!
Chop
life!
See
the
empire
wey
he
don
own!
Nna,
na
so
life
be!
Twenty-two
wives,
fifteen
more
for
road.
Chop
life!
My
papa
no
be
small
boy.
Legendary,
everyday!
Oya,
dance
small!